Life is made up of threads. Threads of memory, threads of hope. Of thoughts, friends, and energy. And how each of us is taught. Everything we are, everything we think, everything we aspire to become… is a thread, not only in our lives, but connected and part of everyone and everything else. And taken into a bigger context, we are actually just patterns in an even greater weaving. Each facet of our life is woven into this world we call our reality.
My conversations with Cheddar are not confined to the house or backyard. They occur during our walks in the forest, in the park, and during the running of our many errands. On these outdoor adventures, our talks cover many non-walk subjects, but every park and forest conversation includes the weather, squirrels, cats and dogs and their owners, trees, and other vegetation. Cheddar has contributed greatly to my knowledge of the outdoors and canines.
Chaos cluttered the streets of New York City back then, which in the 1960s was all about Burn, Baby, Burn, especially in the ghetto neighborhoods where buildings were being incinerated. The cops were pigs. Revolutionaries were stirring up trouble on the Lower East Side. Squatters moved in everywhere. Lots of heroin was going down. And the French Connection was strong. The city was a place where nobody gave a rat’s ass about anybody but themselves.
…So begins the story of “A Collection of Bummer Summers.”
“I was inspired to write this autobiography so I could explain some of the things I did during my first fifty years of life (I was born December 19, 1923). I feel that my story will inspire others to never give up, keep a good attitude, learn how to keep a marriage going, how to treat their children, and how to get along with others. “Taking The Bitter With The Sweet” is a smorgasbord of my life.” — Dan Pistoresi
Rick Rubin, a noted Portland writer, had no formal art training before buying his first sketch pad in Maui, which is where this volume begins. Rick is He Who Watches And Tells The Story of How It Was (in line art and writing.) Note that “Jalan!” means “The Road!” in Balinese.